Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

--The pasta house.

Futa was visiting Pasta's mansion the day after the party about the future operation of Spectacular, the matchmaking about the gladiator, and a few things to report.

This house is gone, but somehow frequently visited. It was Reef, a diner named Escort, who welcomed me to the front door.

…………

"What's the matter? I'm not feeling well."

"Ah, I'm fine. Me?"

She smiled when she scratched her head as if it had come somewhere.

With a pathetically weak smile, Futa twists her neck.

If Pasta bullies you, tell me.

"Kid!! That's not what I meant! Instead, is there a way to bully someone...?

What?

"Ah, hey!

Leaving Reef behind, Huta runs up the Entrance's spiral staircase.

Not so much as a full force, but two jumps fast enough. If you go up with your long feet, you'll be in front of her room in an instant.

"Open it."

"... eh, Futa?

Nice voice. He's not as feminine as he is.

Huta, who opened the door of the room without letting him take over, immediately looked inside the room.

It seems to be tidy and tidy, and the clothes are scattered, the scrolls are scattered, and it seems to have nothing to do with the dirt of the room caused by apathy.

The desk is always flirting. He's not here.

A sofa that eats cupcakes mostly. He's not here.

A bed where plush toys usually sit. No, I don't have any stuffed animals.

I twisted my neck where I went. I just lost my voice.

I looked around.

"Oops!?

"... what?"

There it is.

I opened the door, but the dead blind spot. A girl crouches down with a stuffed toy on her knees in the corner of the room.

"What is it? What are you doing, man?"

Leave me alone.

"Don't be relieved. What's wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you?"

It was a depression that I had never seen before.

She murmured with a dull nose and buried her face in a teddy bear.

"... yesterday"

Oh.

She exhaled as if she could speak, and Huta crouched down next to her, closing the door to the room.

She listens to her words as she gazes up at the ceiling.

"Wind's here."

"Oh, Mr. Wind. Olba, you're back in the club."

"... yeah. And Luli was there."

"I'm sure he will. Ruri-chan, you shouldn't leave me alone."

"... Ruli."

"Ruli?

A name that was almost unimaginable popped up, and Huta tilted her neck.

Sometimes he sent me information about what he was bullied about and before he needed it.

If Wind and Ruli's parents and children get along with the pasta now, they won't fight - let alone be bullied unilaterally.

"― Pasta is very popular with friends

"... ahh"

Well, I did hear her reputation for being good at her age.

A girl of the same age is celebrating a place of sword fights that is accompanied by the entertainment of her parents.

It was perfectly natural to say that it would become popular and that everyone would like "pasta".

It's just...

It's a story that ties in with a fouta. There's no way she can imagine it.

Nevertheless, why is it so depressed?

"It's okay. Even one of these services to these children..."

"Ruli was different."

"What about it?"

No, it's not.

What the hell is going on?

Tilt her neck and smile at her with such a lousy pasta smile.

"He looked at me like he was in trouble and disappointed." Beauty, how did that happen?

"Hah...."

This is tough.

Even Huta, who has not actually been heard, is shocked enough to hold his chest.

"... I wonder if I was wrong."

Too delicate a smile, looking up at the ceiling with a stuffed toy.

If Richter had this look on his face, he would have covered his face with "Oops... already..."

When Huta slowly stood up, she came back with a hand of a stuffed animal that was around.

Likewise, she sat next to her with a hug on her lap.

"... I don't know."

Part of the responsibility lies with me.

Unable to wipe such thoughts, Huta muttered blurrily.

If that naive, cute Luli tells me that.

I'm sure I won't be able to recover for a while.

There's actually a woman next door who can't get up.

"You had a bad relationship with him... I wonder if I should have stayed with Pasta, who was nine years old from the beginning..."

"That's right... if it's Pasta since we first met..."

The foundation is impossible.

But Futa didn't have the nerve to chew on it either.

Looks up at the ceiling with a stuffed toy between the two.

The taste of defeat is bitter.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about after all!?

It lasted until the scorched reefi came into the room.

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

A narrow alley in a section of King's Landing.

This yokocho, with its narrow alleys and narrow shops, is a place to rest for those who have finished the day's work if the sun goes down.

Most shops are proud of their price and quantity.

At the end of the scene, there was a figure of fouta and pasta.

"It's a noisy place."

Isn't that a good thing?

Hmm, snorting and walking next to her, Futa smiles bitterly.

She glanced lightly at the lid and told her the truth.

"Besides, I didn't say it was a bad thing. --Originally, it seems to have been quite insecure here. Isn't it nice to have a little more income right now and be noisy?

"... if that's the case, you'll have to say it a little bit more"

"I wouldn't do that if it was loud."

"I'm afraid that's a bad word."

Laughing at her like a fool, she gently puts her hair on her ear and looks around.

The target sign was supposed to be around here.

"And yet, you're making this place a castle?

As I said before, it's Izna who's making it a castle.

"If you come here all the time, you're with me."

"... if you say so, maybe so."

I'm surprised to hear of the royal residence.

"It's just the weather...."

The royal castle does not own it, nor does it pay rent.

It's sad spider sex.

"So, this is the place to spend your pocket money."

"I wish I could find a place where I could bring Master Lilac."

"Here?

Just as the drunk man called out, Pasta with a smile waved her hand.

"--No, yeah, well. I can't take this thing with me except you."

There are many shops that are unsafe and suspicious of hygiene management.

I'd still be better off with a pasta that makes a big deal of noise.

You can also bring Corona.

Lilac and all that.

"Well, that's right. You don't have to get used to it."

That's what I'm talking about.

"I don't know. Isn't it embarrassing of you to introduce Lilac to the store?

"Gu... is that so?

"If you don't have the best confidence in your tongue, stop it. I can see his social resignation."

"... damn it!"

With no sound, I dropped my shoulders.

Looking at him like that, Pasta laughed loosely for some reason.

"Well, if you want to satisfy a man's virtues, I'll go out with you as much as I want."

"Will you go out with me at the store of choice!?

"--Only at restaurants where sugar is added to tea"

"It's been over since before it started!

If you keep making noise, the shop you're looking for is right in front of you.

Red lettering on a wooden plank hanging from the door.

Beyond the run-down swing door, there was a lot of noise from customers who were able to say that it was still evening.

The girl at the store shows her face as usual when she goes in with a ragged and dirty bell.

"Oh, Mr. Futa!? That, that, that!?

I told Pasta earlier that this shop was a tavern full of gladiators.

There's no reason to keep it a secret. If you do a little bit of a surprise, you won't have to laugh.

That's why I thought I'd be Pasta soon.

A girl who stares seriously at the clerk as if she were eating.

And the regular people looked up at the voice.

"Hiuu...."

Pasta grabbed Fouta's sleeve and hid behind.

Wow, Futa thought. Wow.

"Ah, sorry to surprise you!! Hey, it's pasta, right? In the arena!

For the first time, Pasta nodded with a soft smile.

She's funny. Huta honestly thought so.

"Uh-huh! Pasta, uhh... uh- I'm glad you know!

Moments, cheers.

When Huta came, it was unparalleled.

"Pasta!!

"Seriously, Fouta brought my sister!!

"My sister is the main body!! Well done!

"Yikes!! Pasta-chan, it's so cute when you look near it!!

Strawberries.

A crowd of shoppers in the arena's idol pasta.

Stream stones were built full of regular people in the arena - they knew pasta well, even though it was only consolidated by Izna's acquaintances.

"Ah, ahaha. Thank you!"

If you smile as if it were illuminated, the guests will be delighted.

On the other hand, I think it's a shameful business, and I think she's dying of shame - and I don't know what else to say.

Fouta raised her face and looked around.

"Is Izna still there?

When asked, the owner's old man nodded his face out of the kitchen.

"Oh, it's a good time to come, if that's true."

"Hmm. Well, let me just wait and see what the store has to offer."

"I'm already making it!! Unlike me, pasta is not welcome!!

"... Ah yes"

What is this difference?

It's not like it's a discriminatory mental thing anymore, but it feels like it's being treated badly.

Oniichan, shrug me.

"Oops!?

Turning to my sister's (false) distress signal, she looks like a pasta buried in a guest.

"Hey, don't stick around."

Try to stay calm.

If I tell you that, oniichan's anger will attract customers as well.

"Hey, you're my sister's brother after all!

"Even if it's cool, it's still cool!!

Hang in there, and as they tap their shoulders back to the table, the lilies sigh small on their backs.

"Cool and not bad".

I'm supposed to be trying to penetrate such a character, but lately, I'm about to become a character like "calm but Cisco", and I have a feeling about how this happened every day.

"... well, that's not good enough."

Over there, the pasta was whispering as her hair was twitching and twitching.

"If the usual correspondence is this, and you continue to be a noble character in the battle, it feels delicious. Take care of your sister, oniichan."

"It's awful."

With her shoulders down, Futa stood up with her pasta in the back seat.

Today's topic is also about Izna - specifically about music.

I've already told Pasta that Lilac won't use court musicians.

It was kind of good news for pasta, and it was a difficult problem.

Using the Tsutse of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, the band can collateralize.

The problem, however, was that there was no one who could compose.

Their music is all about grandiosely playing a song that everyone knows, and there's no need for originality.

Futa already knew the importance of being a song that everyone knew.

Everyone knows the narrative brother, so even the gladiator got cheers.

"If only someone could compose a song."

"I've heard about Corona - well, we can't just keep using it. So the problem is..."

--Composition, lyrics. That is, the music maker.

That was when Huta, who had concluded, glanced at the lute hanging on the wall.

The sound of the swing door opening with momentum.

"Oyaji!! Can I borrow your bed?

Izna Sicienzan jumped in.

It was also clear that Futa stood up for something.

What he is holding is a tight girl.

And then...

"Aneze, please prepare some water."

"Uh-huh, okay."

Motsuke, who came in later, had a lute that looked like hers.

What do you mean, beside the black and white pasta that makes your eyes turn black and white, you put your arms together.

Looks like this one.

"Did he do something again?